Bivi Ne Kele Khaye Or Zor Zor Say Breast Hilane Lagi. Shohar Ne Poocha Ye Kia Kar Rai Ho? Bivi Sharma Kar Boli: Jee Mai Milk Shake Bana Rai Thi Munay K Liye.
Child Touching Mom’s Breast: ya kya hai?
Mom: Baloons hen.
Child: khala ka Baloons Barre Q hein.
Mom: tumne kab dekhey?
Jab abbu us me hawa bhar rhy thy.
“How like a jade he stood tied to the tree,
Servilely mastered with a leathern rein;
But when he saw his love, his youth’s fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain,
Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.
1 Lrki Ghr Ki Chat pe Khari thi,Or 1 Lrkay ko “BREAST” Hila k dikha Rahi Thi,
Lrkay Ne B Lun Nikala Or Hilane Laga,
Lrki Ghuse Main Neechay utri Or Boli Mera Matlab tha k Doodh Wala kb Aaye ga?
Lrka Bola To Mera B yehi Matlab tha k aj pakistan ka match hai doodh wale ka LUN ayega…*
A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.
A sympathetic mirror blessed her –
Softened up the curves, caressed her
Skin to help regain a calm –
Assuage a heaving breast and blushing eye.
And through a struggling mind, a chiming:
Someone at the door; the timing
Perfect and exquisite in the
Reconciliation of her woes.
Sardar ka Accident Hua, Hosh Anay Pe Police Ne Pucha:Jis Car Nay Aap ko Mara Us ka Rang Kya Tha
Sardar:Rang pata Nahin Pr Us Ko Jo Chala Rahi Thi
Us ki Shirt K Do Button Khuly Thy
Lal Rang Ki Bra Thi
Boobs 36 Size K Thy
Galay Me Sonay Ka Locket Tha
Hath Me Cigarette Thi
Aur Right breast Pay Til Tha
A short thing
its get longer as u hold it
& pass between woman’s breast
& enters into a small hole
What is it?
Translation from hindi to english, “Khushi ke mare uski chaati phool gayi”.
Santa: Due to happiness, his chest became breast.
With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace
Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast,
And homeward through the dark land runs apace;
Leaves Love upon her back deeply distressed.
Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky,
So glides he in the night from Venus’ eye;
Pathan: Hont choomne do.
Larki: Nahin lipstick uter jayegi.
Pathan: To phir Breast dabane do.
Larki: Doodh nikel jayega.
Pathan: Acha to phirwo karny do
larki: mensis mein hoon
pathan: ab ye na kehna k mujhe dast bhi hain.